You Can Teach an Old Dog New Tricks

Last week I was in the waiting area of a physical therapy center.  I played around on Facebook for a little bit and then decided to shut off my phone and just engage in my surroundings.  I like to at least look people in the eye as they pass by me, giving them a quick smile.  It’s important to interact that way.  The passerby and I each have something to offer the other.  We exchange energies, I believe.  If you open yourself to the opportunity, you meet new people, share stories, smile and laugh together.  That’s a concept that is quickly fading away with the younger generations, sadly.

As I sat, I  listened to the receptionist and an office manager have a conversation about troubles with the computer system.  The problem was that the receptionist had just sat on the phone for an hour and a half with AT to work through a technical problem.  As soon as she got off the phone, she pressed a button and magically, the situation resolved itself.  It was instantaneous.  She was flabbergasted at the fact that she just wasted an hour and a half of her life that she can never get back.  As she relayed this to her manager, the two went on to discuss the fact that it is hard at the end of the year to reconcile year-end computer processes and have a holiday in between.  I get it.  Christmas is near the end of December and there is a lot of back up work to be done with the computer.  Having Christmas and New Year’s holidays while trying to close out a month and a year on the computer can be a bit daunting.

The next part of the conversation went a little haywire as far as I am concerned.  The receptionist is a young woman probably in her mid to late 20’s and the office manager is in her 50’s.  The receptionist starting to complain and asked why does Christmas and New Year have to come together at the same time.  Hmm, I was anxious to see where this thought process was going.  As I listened, my astonishment could have knocked me right out of my chair.  She went on to ask, ” What is Christmas anyway?”  She was very confused as she tried to figure this out.  She said, “Is that when he died?”  At this point the office manager spoke up and looked at her, trying to remind her about the three wise men and a baby being born.  Before the receptionist could process this information she blurted out, “Oh, wait, that’s Easter.”

To say that I was confounded is an understatement.  My mind went rushing, thrashing, flailing, not knowing how to process what I just heard.  I felt like I was in a dream state.  My mind became an exhibit of discomposure.  Is it actually possible that someone in their 20’s doesn’t have any idea who Jesus Christ was?  Not any idea why we celebrate the holidays?  No clue as to the true meaning of these gatherings of people around the world?  I cannot fathom the possibility that here in the United States a person could be that ignorant to facts regarding certain traditions.  The US is a populous of many different religions and belief systems.  I understand that many people are not educated on other’s faith practices.

I guess, my mind is blown because it makes me deeply sad that we have commercialized holidays so much that young people truly have no idea what any of it means.  They wander around aimlessly at Christmas, spending their money and frantically rushing against time to accomplish almost impossible tasks for the sake of a holiday that they know nothing about.  The absurdity of this lack of knowledge hit me so hard that it rattled me to the core.

I guess, Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny reign supreme in a world that needs to know the limitless quality of love.  I’m not suggesting that everyone become Christians.  I respect other people’s faith and most are based on true love and humanity.  I am astounded that a younger generation are not being given some form of foundation to build on.

Then again, that may not be true.  I am a woman in her late 50’s.  I was raised Catholic and although I do not practice Catholicism any longer, I do believe in a personal relationship with God.  Maybe the new generation is not being indoctrinated the way that many of us have been.  That’s not always a bad thing.  Maybe they are free to decide for themselves what to believe in without indoctrination.  Just because they are not being exposed to religion doesn’t mean they are not being exposed to love and humanity.

While my mind was knocked off its axis while listening to the aforementioned conversation, a new lesson is coming through.  Religion is not love.  Love is love.  Compassion is love. Peace, happiness, sharing and caring is love. I didn’t need indoctrination to know love and while I am a Christian, my beliefs are based on a deep personal relationship with my Holy Spirit.  I don’t participate in organized religion because it does not feed my soul.

I have slowly but surely been setting aside my indoctrinated mind, growing spiritually each and every day.  Although the younger generations may seem to lack the knowledge of the history of Jesus Christ and the holidays, they certainly know how to share the love and caring that is needed so desperately in this world.

The New Calendar

It’s a new year and everyone is celebrating.   Last night I heard the firecrackers going off and people laughing.  I was happy to be warm and cozy in my bed.  All the well wishes for a new year are spinning around with hopes of a bigger, better year.  Many wishing good riddance to 2019.  Expectations are high for big changes in life and circumstances.  It’s a new year with an opportunity to start over again.

We look at a calendar of December and now that page has ended and suddenly as we flip to the new page we feel refreshed and ready to go get this new life.  I find it kind of silly in a way.  Don’t we have the same opportunity to refresh in each moment of the day?  Life is not going to switch gears because of a flip of a page.  I wish it were that simple.  But then again, it really is.  It’s in the breath.  We can only take one breath at a time and as we do we have the ability to change our mood, our actions, and our reactions.

Our society waits for a new year to make changes in our lives.  We wait for Monday to start that diet or go to the gym.  I’ll do it Monday because it’s the beginning of the week. I’m sure you are familiar with that reasoning.  We are looking for the perfect time to begin something new but for some reason, we look at a calendar to tell us when that time will be.  It’s a calendar.  It’s just a piece of paper printed with a beautiful picture above it hanging on our wall.  It’s a general timepiece and we give it so much power.

Why are we giving power to dates on a calendar?  We have everything we need right here and now.  The new year isn’t going to be different if we step into it with the same thoughts and behavior.  Expecting major changes without doing the work is insanity.  There is no magic flip of the page that will transform our lives.

Peace, hope, love, joy, health, and happiness are all right here within us at any given moment.  We have it now.  We’ve had it all along but we were waiting for the calendar to change.  What a shame to waste all this time.

Life is full of challenges, heartbreak, hard times and sadness.  Such is life.  But, life is also full of the things we continue to wish for:  There is love everywhere if we choose to see it.  The balance of hard times and good times is natural.  The flip of the calendar won’t take away the hurt, sadness, hard times, etc….  But the modification of our thoughts and patterns and responses can bring us the peace that we so long for.

My wish for all of you is to find your peace, joy, love, and health in each breath you take.  In each moment that we are given, there is the hope that we are all praying for in the new year.  It is the here and now that gives us what we need.  Breathe and feel the precious lifeblood flowing through us, The Holy Spirit that does not need a calendar to renew our soul.  Instead of wishing you a happy new year, I wish you a blessed new breath in each new moment filled with the overflowing love that we need to grow, change and evolve into a better version of ourselves.

Happy Breathing!  Celebrate and be joyous.

Experiences of a One Dollar Bill

Stiff and fresh from the mint factory, the dollar bill begins its life at the local bank.  A small grey-haired woman, slightly bent forward, wearing her crocheted cardigan sweater stands in line.  She has a look of determination on her face with her lips pursed because she is taking care of important bank business.  Whenever the elderly go to the bank it is considered urgent.  They don’t use the ATM because technology doesn’t agree with them.  No, standing in line in a building called a bank is of paramount nature.  As she approaches the counter she takes out her social security check from her purse and hands it to the teller to be cashed.  She’s very attentive to the process.   These new, stiff bills are really hard to separate for the elderly hand.  And so, she slightly dampens her finger with her tongue to separate and count her treasure trove while making sure the teller watches her in case there is an error.  She is satisfied and leaves the bank feeling triumphant that she accomplished an errand on her list for the day.

Next week is her granddaughter’s birthday.  Our elderly friend picks out the perfect birthday card and sits carefully pondering what she should write inside the card.  After all, this is a very special occasion.  She continues this preparation and carefully contemplates how much money she will put in the birthday card.  She counts out ten one dollar bills, fresh and new and places them in the card.  Off they go to the world of a five-year-old.

The little girl is so excited to see so many “monies” in her card.  What will she do with such a prosperous portion?  Filled with excitement, she begs her mommy to take her to the store.  A tiny little girl, holding her mommy’s hand is confounded with all the choices in front of her at the dollar store.  She carefully deliberates and finally decides on her delights.  As the child and her mommy approach the checkout, she carefully counts her money and hands it to the nice lady behind the counter.  A happier child, the world has never seen.

The next person in line is picking up a few household items.  He’s a young bachelor trying to stretch a dollar.  The necessities of having his own apartment mean having cleaning supplies on hand.  He never would have imagined himself buying cleaning stuff for his own place.  His sense of independence makes him so proud.  He’s defining his purpose as a “man”.  Staking his claim on his own place like men do.  This is his first time buying this kind of stuff so he’s a little apprehensive about whether it’s the right stuff for the job.  He doesn’t remember what cleaners his mom used at home.  That stuff just wasn’t important to him at the time but now, his world is different.  He’s a grown-up, doing grown-up stuff.  He proudly hands the check out lady his twenty-dollar bill and she gives him his change which included a fresh one-dollar bill.  The sight of a young bachelor excited to go home and clean his new apartment, beginning a new adventure in adulthood can make a person feel proud of his accomplishment.  He goes home and takes his cleaners from the bag and starts reading directions like it was a captivating book.  And he begins the task at hand.   At this moment he is so happy being an adult.  Soon, hunger starts urging him away from cleaning but he wants to finish what he started.  The next best thing to do is to order a pizza and so he does.  The pizza delivery person arrives with a fresh, hot,  mouth-watering pizza just waiting to be devoured.  Well, of course, this delivery person deserves a nice tip for bringing such a feast to a ravenous, young man.  He hands off 4 one-dollar bills, one still stiff and fresh from the bank and the delivery person goes happily on his way.

As a delivery person, working part-time at night, tips are the goal.  This person is a young twenty-something, going to college during the day and delivering pizza at night to be able to continue paying for cell phones, insurance, and car payments. Tips are the life-blood for someone in this position.  It has been an exhausting day but there is still homework to be done.  Pizza delivery can extend into the late hours of the night and school comes very early in the morning.  The first thing to do though after coming home is to count up those tips and separate them.  The majority of the money is one-dollar bills but there are enough fives thrown in there to make it worth the effort. Tomorrow the cell phone bill is due and the cash is of paramount importance.  The homework is finally finished by 2 am and a short sleep is a necessity.  Seven in the morning comes very quickly.  The agenda for the day is school, quick lunch, stop by the cell phone store to pay the bill and then back to school for a few more hours.  After that, pizza delivery calls.  The cell phone bill is $133.24.  Payment consists of cash, a bunch of twenties, fives and 3 one-dollar bills along with 24 cents in change.  Success!! At least for another day in the life of a college student.  Another bill paid and more money coming in.

The fresh, stiff, one-dollar bill isn’t so stiff anymore.  As it continues its journey from one hand to the next it becomes worn and soft and supple.  The exchange of hands and lives and circumstances is unfathomable.  This inanimate,  simple one-dollar bill has touched so many lives, seen so many things, and gone from one circumstance to another.  If it was a living, breathing entity, imagine the stories it could tell.

The cycle of life travels from one hand, one person, one circumstance to another.  The journey, if separated and considered piece by piece is astounding.  The power of one interaction after another is capable of transforming people into new, different beings.  The potential for life-altering experiences can come from one tiny, seemingly insignificant situation.  Everything matters.  Every single thing matters.  Every word, every action, every reaction matters.  Nothing in life is insignificant.  No person is insignificant and no circumstance is insignificant.  We are all of distinguishable value.  Life is of insurmountable value.

 

As I Sit and Paint

 

I sit in comfort at a local ceramics shop, enjoying the joy and peace of painting a birdhouse.  I use all colors of the rainbow as I create my special piece that has only my handprint upon it.  I am joined by my boyfriend and ladies around me, all enjoying their relaxing time the same as I.  There is Christmas music playing in the background.  We share warmth and lightness as we chat with each other.  All are intent on their work.

The subject matter we talk about has an extensive range. We share how far we’ve come with holiday shopping and errands that we must complete later in the day.  We discuss different health issues and past experiences that bring us to the opinions we have formed.  Each listening and understanding and painting as we go.

A subject comes up about a local news story where two young men were driving at a high speed and they lost control of their vehicle as it flew through the air and landed in the second story of a building.  We all quietly continue to paint as we remark of what a terrible tragedy it was.  We speak of the feeling of sadness for the parents of the deceased and we continue to paint.  I observe in my mind,  the contrast of the story and, the activity that we are partaking in.  I know for myself that as I create in this relaxed situation, my heart aches for a dear loved one who is struggling with pure existence, unable to even speak without sobbing, striving for a new way of being.  My heart hurts as I watch my boyfriend tackle his art creation through the pain of a severe work injury and being unsure of the outcome of said injury.

Each person at our table has trials and tribulations, heartaches and sadness that are alive and well in their lives at this very moment.  Yet, we sit and paint. I am torn between the activity and the underlying pain we are all suffering.  I somehow, cannot reconcile the two. As I sit and ponder the situation, I feel guilty for enjoying this moment of relaxation.  I cry inside for what my family member is going through.  I can only pray that he could have this moment of clarity in his life at this same moment.  My tears continue to flow for people and situations that are unseen, unheard and unknown.

As I paint, I chat and I contemplate.  I am an observer, aware of all the underlying pain and suffering each person is encountering in their lives.  Realizing how unimportant and trivial some of our daily complaints are, I can feel a larger picture emerge right in front of me.  There is a higher purpose here.  There is a greater calling for all of us.  We are all suffering in one form or another.  Our families, children, grandchildren all have struggles.  Our neighbors, our friends, people we come in contact with every day either as passersby or acquaintances we wave to as we drive by, they all have trials and sadness that we know nothing about.  We all have a story.  We all have heartache.

Our purpose is to love and be loved.  Isn’t that what each of us really want?  It’s a simple concept but hurt people, hurt people. We all begin life with a clean slate of joy and love.  Newborns come into this life with pureness.  Experiences passed on from generation to generation teach us a way to be.  Sometimes it is not such a pretty outcome.  But as I stated before, we are all in this together and we can help each other along the way.  As stated by John Denver, “It’s about time we find out, it’s all of us or none.”

In comprehending this, we have an opportunity to share an even greater love for our fellow humans. We are all in this together whether we want to admit it or not.  We are very much the same.  Life is hard sometimes.  It can be unbearable for some.  As I sit and paint, I feel the underlying stories of each person I come in contact with.  My heart is open and outstretched to share as much love as I have.

Seasons of the Heart

 

Where I live there are four seasons, winter, spring, summer and fall.  Each has its own uniqueness. The winter comes with a crispness in the air and a feeling of hibernation.  All the trees are bare and the growing season is over.  The spring brings new life and magical beginnings where you thought everything was dead.  The summer brings intense heat and outdoor fun like swimming, barbeques and going to the beach.  Finally, there is the fall where mother nature puts on a beautiful display of colors and the air cools to a comfortable temperature. The joy of a campfire invites us to gather around.

Humans have seasons too.  We live through cycles of ups and downs.  Such is life.  I have found myself in an extended winter.  I haven’t written anything or been inspired by any given creative outlet for quite some time.  I’m feeling a sense of loss and dormancy just like the winter brings.  The effects of this latency seem to be coming to a head lately.  Inside I am feeling lost and alone.

I guess it’s my soul that is crying out for some attention.   My soul has many different needs.  The time that I spend with family leaves me with overwhelming peace and joy in my heart. Yet, I haven’t made the extra effort to visit them.   Meditation leaves me with tranquility.  Still,  I have given my time away to social media and playing games on the computer. Nature is my church.  When I am in the forest, I feel closest to God.  My soul yearns for this kind of nurturing.  As John Denver wrote, “… to the wild country I belong.”  Somehow, I haven’t given myself permission to go to the wild country.

As I recognize this, I do realize that I have had so much enjoyment in my environment and with the people I love.  Another thing I have relished is quiet time alone which gives me a sense of stability, a feeling of gratification to be with myself. I do have much to be thankful for.

Now it is time for me to come out of my winter season and move forward with strength, love and an open heart.  It’s time for my growing season to begin.  I will take the lessons of my winter and feed my soul the nourishment it needs.  No matter the hardships or sadness that surrounds me, I will see love.  I will feel the consciousness of the summer breezes and feel their warmth envelope me.  I will open my eyes and see the vibrancy of all the colors of the rainbow that bring such joy to my heart.

As my personal seasons change, I will accept what each has to teach me and grow through the experiences with them all.  I am alive today.  I have breath in me and love to share.

The different seasons have so much to teach us. Winter, spring summer and fall.  Let’s embrace the changes.

 

This Woman

This woman, who is my mother, was born in 1931.  She began working when she was 8 years old picking beans on a local farm.  At the age of 15, she quit school to work in the fields full time in order to support her family.  She married at the age of 17 and went on to give birth to 8 children.

This woman, my mother, along with my father raised the children in the most modest of means.  They only had one car.  To make ends meet, my father worked during the day and my mother worked as a waitress at night.  This woman didn’t sleep many hours each night because she would arrive at home around 3 am and have to be up at 6 am to prepare lunches and get children off to school.

This woman lived in a rural setting.  The food store was 4 and a half miles away.  She gathered her small children and they walked to the grocery store because she could only afford a taxi one way.  That is how the groceries made their way into our home.

This woman’s life was very hard but she was always a devoted wife and mother.  She was our plumber, painter, window washer, landscaper, fixer-upper, maid and cook all rolled into one.

This woman had to stretch the budget so she became very creative in the kitchen.  When there wasn’t enough money to buy meat she would create a fanciful dish out of mashed potatoes and vegetables.  She placed the mashed potatoes in the center of the plate.  She then placed a piece of toast cut into four triangles into the potatoes to create sections.  In each section was a different vegetable.  She dipped the tops of the toast into red beet juice to make it look pretty.  She made homemade bread, starting with the flour and water and yeast, she kneaded the dough out on our kitchen table.  She punched the dough and rolled it and got a full workout while doing so.  Then the dough would rise for about an hour and she would continue the kneading process two more times.  After the third rise of the dough, she would knead it out, form it into the baking pan and put it in the oven.  The aura of fresh bread could be detected as we rounded the corner on our way home from school.  Using the same method of rising dough, she also made homemade pizza using seven cookie sheets.  There weren’t any leftovers.

This woman continued to raise her children who were still living at home through the heartache of losing my father when he was only 48 years old.  She was 45 at the time.  Still, a young woman left on her own to continue the life that she and my father had created.

This woman is now 87 years old.  She is full of life even though her body moves just a tad bit slower.  She still creates beautiful gardens that she lovingly tends to each day.  If she is not gardening, she is inside the house crocheting beautifully handmade afghans.  Her mind is complete and sharp as a tack.  Her sense of humor and ability to not get offended makes her the best of company.

Mom's afghan

Mom the gardener

This woman, my mother, is my best friend.  I admire her strength and courage to move forward no matter how hard her life became.  She’s tiny now, white-haired and looking fragile.  But looks can be deceiving.  She’s got the spirit of a 17-year-old girl and the strength of a lion.

 

Influential Friend

Gentle breezes softly kissing my cheek

My hair flowing across my face

Turning my head to allow my vision to become clear

The breath of her whisper filling me with reckless abandon

Her capacity to satisfy a longing in my soul

Invisible to the eye

Perceived only by the development of movement around us

She flows freely in and out of the moment

Cannot be caught or contained

Refreshing, authoritative, and, influential all at the same time

She comforts me with her placidity

She frightens me with her calamitous power

Yet, she gives me wings to fly

 

 

Happy Mother’s Day to Me

Watching the little child play is heartwarming.  This time around, I am allowing a child to be a child for as long as he wants. That was my mindset back in those days. The first-born child wasn’t given that luxury.  I was young and rigid and only knew what I knew as a new parent.  I expected so much out of him.  I loved him more than life itself but I placed responsibility on him that far exceeded what a child should have to do.

The second-born child lived free and easy.  He still had responsibilities, but more appropriate for his age.  I was in a better place too, in my life.  Happier than I had been when the first-born came along.  A bad marriage can do that to a person.

A second marriage came along when my second-born child was three.  We had a new family and happier times.  We had more of a family atmosphere.  We did things as a family and it was so refreshing to realize a new life with new possibilities.

Along came my third child.  This child was more challenging than the first two.  Very strong-willed, smart and stubborn.  This one was also given responsibilities but she would decide, at her discretion, whether she would comply or not.  Whatever mood hit her at the time.

All three children were very different from each other.  It only makes sense.  I was a different person each time I gave birth.  There was 5 years difference between each of them.  Three children born and raised together with three very different personalities.

Today, they are all grown and each has moved in their own direction.  The first-born has a wife and four children.  He’s a very quiet and contemplative person. They live in the neighborhood that he grew up in.  It makes my heart smile to know that there was something special about his childhood that he wanted to stay in the same place and raise his children there.  The second-born has a wife and two children.  His path has been a bit more complicated.  After serving our country for many years, he now lives in the southern part of the United States.  He’s got such a great sense of humor and although he doesn’t live close by, he holds onto family traditions very dearly. He wants things to be the same for his kids as they were for him as a child. My third child is recently married and currently serving our country in the armed forces.  She is the most independent of the three.  She moved south also.  She built a life of her own, on her own terms and is set on a path of determination to reach a career goal within the time frame she planned very carefully.  As independent as she is, she likes to create traditional holidays.  She likes to make all the traditional foods that she grew up with.

I am very proud of my three children.  All so different and yet in some ways, very much the same.  All three cling to family traditions more than I thought they would.  All three are friends now that they are adults.  That is something I wasn’t sure would come to fruition but it’s true.  I love all three with every fiber of my being.

Raising children is not for the faint of heart because they don’t stay children.  They become pre-adolescent and behave in more difficult ways to handle.  Then, they become teenagers, which is not my favorite life stage at all.  Those days are stress riddled with all kinds of grown-up situations, yet still children in adult bodies.  Finally, adulthood where they strike out on their own and make their mark in the world.  Sometimes, their mark isn’t easy for a mother to watch.  They all have their own bumps and rollercoasters to deal with in their lives.  But, as a mother,  I’m still riding those rollercoasters with them even though they are not my lessons to learn.  We are tied together forever and every situation in my children’s lives will always affect me.  That’s just how mothers are.

I am thankful to have become a mother.  Throughout struggles, trials, tribulations, celebrations, graduations, grandchildren and everything in between, I have grown because of my children.  I thank each and every one of you for the gifts that you are in my life.

Hide and Seek

Tired body. Tired mind.

What makes these changes happen?

New season, new beginnings

Where did inspiration run and hide?

Drowning in exhaustive, soul-sucking flutterings of the mind.

No specific logic brings me to this berth.

My distaste for these spells cannot be construed in plausible terms.

I must ride the waves and calmly await the arrival of the moment I seek.

The moment where hidden mysteries of my body and brain become receptive to the musings of creativity and joy.

I sit here underneath the brightly blooming tree and listen for her wisdom and guidance to appear.  She has the answers that I seek and the vitality that I crave.

I know the enthusiasm will return. It will revive my soul as soon as I play hide and seek.

If one seeks, one will find.

 

Timing is Everything

 

 

Timing is a funny thing.  There’s bad timing which creates chaos and good timing which creates opportunities.  Then there is the perfect timing which can easily change the outcome of a situation from disastrous to excellent.

I’ve always taught my kids that if they are with the wrong crowd they can be guilty by association.  When friends make bad choices and you find yourself at the wrong place at the wrong time, you may end up dealing with consequences that weren’t yours to own.  I remember a young teenager who got into a schoolyard fight.  The fight began between two other kids and this teenager didn’t need to get involved.  But, he chose to take the fight to another level and turned the whole thing into a drastic mess.  He chose to be at the wrong place at the wrong time and then he chose to become a part of something that was way bigger than he was.  The fight between the first two kids was over but he created and escalated a new fight.  The victim was seriously hurt and the teenager found himself in jail.

I gave a gift certificate to a young woman for Christmas.  It was for a ceramics studio.  I thought it would be fun to do something together.  After Christmas, we finally went to the studio to enjoy the day and make our ceramics.  We had so much fun that day.  I was trying to decide what piece I wanted to paint, I have a hard time making up my mind, so the young woman was very patient and helped me.  She is very knowledgeable with ceramics and she patiently guided me through the process of picking paint colors and explained to me how the colors must be laid down in a certain order to achieve the correct result.  As we sat and painted, we were conversing with the owner of the establishment.  She took notice of the knowledge and patience that the young woman had given me.  After many hours of painting, the owner came over and handed the young woman an application for employment.  At that time, the young woman was having some struggles at her place of employment.  This opportunity showed itself to her at the right time.  The young woman was open to a new adventure and so she was hired to do a job in a field that she loves.  Surely, this is an example of very good timing.

A woman I know recently had to have surgery.  Everything was in place.  The date was set on the calendar, the pre-testing was finished and the surgery was set to occur.  The night before the surgery, her doctor called her and stated that he was reviewing her pre-testing results and he was not comfortable doing the surgery because there was a greater risk than they had first thought.  He didn’t want to jump into the surgery without further investigation.  The woman went through some additional testing and she and the doctor came up with a new game plan.  Although very serious, the surgery was done in a more non-invasive way, which led to quicker healing time.  Other unplanned things occurred in this process and led to a life-saving intervention. My friend was definitely at the right place at the right time for this situation to happen.  If she had been anywhere else when the complication occurred, she would have died.   If the doctor had not initially reviewed her case, the risk to my friend would have been catastrophic.  All of these steps placed this woman at the right place at the right time.  She had faith and everything turned out better than if she had planned it herself.  Sometimes we don’t know what’s in our best interest and things change suddenly and unexpectedly.  For my friend, this gave her a new lease on life.

When plans change suddenly, it’s best to go with the flow and see where the path takes us.  Timing is everything.